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Of Love and Labor	By : curtwild Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Of love and labor

Summary: Sirius is finally free, and has been having some major problems getting his life together after Azkaban. This may very well be the time that he needs Remus the most, to bad Remus has become preoccupied with a certain someone that has come to stay with them over the summer�

Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry, Sirius/Bill *slash*

Disclaimers: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a bit. Promise to bring them back safe and mildly corrupted when I�m done.

Chapter 3: phone calls and self-discovery (Remus point of view)

I lay in bed for a while after Sirius left. He seemed kind of� off today. Maybe he was just tired. I wouldn�t be surprised if he was anxious about Harry coming, I know how much he wants to make this the perfect visit. He puts so much pressure on himself to be� him. Show people that he has fully recovered from Azkaban. We all know he�s faking it; 13 years of mental anguish is not going to be cured in half a year. I�ve tried to get him to open up to me, to explain to me why he feels the need to be the Sirius that he�s created for himself, but he clams up every time. It scares me, how much he hates himself. It scares me even more that I don�t what he really is, who he really is. Its like constantly walking on eggshells with him: cant say what I really mean, for fear of making him feel worse, and who would know? All of his emotions are hidden behind that fake smile that he has plastered onto his face, and my werewolf scenes only get me so far. I do know that he�s terrified. Of himself? Of the impending trial? Something has him sleeping with his wand.

I sit up and wipe away the tears that have started to trickle down my cheeks. I miss him so much. Second thought, did I ever really know him?

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After I tidied up the bedroom, I moved to clean the rest if the house (a task that hadn�t been done properly in Merlin knows how long). My unusual ritual of cleaning the really bad bits of the house the muggle way, and the not so bad parts with magic took me more than a few hours. A habit that I had started when siri and me moved into our flat at the end of 7th year. Siri never understood why I did this, and I didn�t fully get it either, but it made me feel better. Cleaning and working, working and cleaning, my methods of escaping from the world when I needed to� that and burying my self in a huge pile of work papers from the order. I had become quite the perfectionist because of it: my need to �get away� had become more and more frequent lately. I usually prefer to deal with issues one at a time as soon as they present themselves rather than leave them unaddressed and act like nothings bothering me (like Sirius). When you think about it, him and me are complete opposites. Brought together by fate, the Dog Star and the child of the moon, wild naturally and naturally tame. Seems like we should be like Dumbledore and Voldemort, sworn against each other� bon been. I�m a fond believer in the notion that all things happened for a reason, and I was willing to see where this relationship would take me.

It took me a while to realize that I was scrubbing a pesky little spot on the floor into sand, before I realized that the spot was actually a part of the tile pattern. I dumped my brush into the bucket of water at my side and sat up on my knees, playing with the frayed edges of my cut off �house shorts�. They were called that because I refused to wear them outside of the house (and Sirius had made it one of his life goals to see to it that I did). They were quite inadequate to the task of covering that of which they should, that being my rear end. /Hmmmmmmmmmm/ I was dirty, and sweaty, and this was probably going to be the only time for a while that I was going to have the house all to my self� I should take a bath!

I absolutely adored, ones with purple bubbles that matched Siri�s eyes�/sigh/ There was nothing like soaking for hours in a steaming hot bath, letting all of your cares drift away (at least for the moment). I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately: letting my self escape from the real world. It seemed that almost nothing was getting done. I should do something about that� later. Right now=bath. I flounced upstairs after magicing my bucket away, occasionally pausing to air-dust things with my wand. When I got to my room, I went to me/Siri�s dressers and pulled them open, looking for something to wear. I settled on a little black cotton/spandex mini-skirt, a yellow tank top, and one of Sirius�s thongs (pink). /We got into wearing women�s clothing sometime during the glam revolution and I guess it kind of stuck. It doesn�t seem the least bit strange to any of us guys to see a pair of pink flairs for a floral patterned tank and have our immediate thought be �OH, that�s cute!� I don�t even think we notice half the time, no one else does either./ Tonks once commented that some things weren�t meant to be shared (when Sirius loudly commented that I was wearing a pair of his favorite undies), but when you�ve been as close to each other as we were for as long as we have, nothing about the other squicks you anymore (like the fact that Siri bites his toes). I don�t even think we remember which clothes were bought for whom, except for the obvious bits (like my favorite brown and green jumper that Sirius wouldn�t be caught dead in, of his infamous pair of bright blue elephant legs.)

I place my clothes on our bed and set off towards the bathroom, pausing in front of the full-length mirror on my way to the tub. I stopped and stared after my double take. I looked�wow. There were a few more wrinkles than I would�ve liked, but I still looked bloody gorgeous. The gray in my hair had been expertly spelled out by Tonks and now hung around my face in light-caramel waves,f cof covering my hazel eyes. I had always been told that I had a very feminine body frame, and now that I looked, I see that they were very right indeed. My waist curved delicately into my hips, which rounded into my ass (which was peeking out from the bottom of my shorts). I now realized why Sirius constantly liked to watch me walk, and blushed at the memory of his fascination with these horrid shorts. I couldn�t put a mane to the feeling that was washing over me as I tore my eyes away from my mirror image, but it was a struggle to turn away from the mirror and walk to draw my bath. It was strange: I was never very interested in looking at myself before, but then again, I had never looked like this before. At least, I don�t think. Is this what Sirius saw every time he looked at me? It would explain his insatiable sex drive. /God Remus, what happened to modesty? / But I was in no state to be modest, and thinking about Sirius only made the feelings intensify. I realized the feeling as suddenly as a slap in the face: I felt�sexy. Attractive. And it wasn�t thinking about Sirius that had me so turned on, it was the thought that Sirius was thinking about me. The knowledge that I drove Sirius crazy with every sway of my hips and whimper of his name in bed. I was powerful, I was sexy.

I was brought back to earth when the water started to over flow. I hastily turned of the tap (and the bubble tap, something that had to be installed as soon as we moved in) and padded with wet feet back over to the mirror. and and went to my stomach as I clumsily bunched my shirt over my head. It wasn�t as if id never touched my self, it was just that this time was different. I had never before been the object o own own desire. To tell the truth, it was quite a refreshing change: I didn�t have to worry about the reaction of the person in question hearing me scream out his name in pleasure, although me screaming out my name probably wouldn�t be any better�

I started slowly, gently pinching my nipples, feeling the reactions to my touch, sucking my fingers and letting myself groan into my hands. I looked up to see my flushed face as my right hand slowly snaked into my shorts, which had become even tighter than they were (and that was saying something). I cupped myself through my briefs and squeezed lightly, shivering as I felt the needles of pleasure surge through me. Somehow I managed to settle myself on the ground while at the same time increasing the speed of my hand. My left hand went back to my nipples, pinching almost unbearably hard now, while my right was moving feverishly hard and fast against my prick. I was gasping and panting, almost to the point of tears. Even through all of this, the thought of �I must look ridiculous� entered my mind. Testing my theory, I hesitantly glanced up at the mirror, and almost came at that. I looked beautiful; red and sweaty on my knees, hands shoved down my pants, hair dishelved. I suddenly had the notion to find out how I would look with my fingers shoved up my arse. I pulled my shorts completely off and lie on my back. /mental note: I really really really like having my nipples played with/ I squeezed them harder whilst I sucked my fingers, lubricating them. I could�ve used my wand, but it was way across the room and I was to enthralled in my own body to want to get it. I planted my feet on the floor and pushed my hips up, putting my spit-slicked fingers against my hole.

It didn�t take much prodding and rubbing before my two fingers were slipping in, my muscles clenching around them. I let go of my stinging nipple in favor of caressing my sack, beginning to slowly move up and down, feeling the prickly sensations build up in my stomach. I thought about Sirius: his hair, and his soulful eyes. His smell, like crunched autumn leaves being burned, and the sharp winter wind that whips through winter skies. I thought about Sirius and I making love: him on top of me, cuddling me, our bodies merging together. I thought about myself; the way my hips looked in those shorts, my quiet resolve which masked my wolfish desire all but once a month (and now). I was moving faster now, my hips pumping into the air, my hand roughly teasing my cock, moaning so loud the entire house was most likely vibrating. I didn�t think twice to add another finger, then another, fisting myself /no, raping myself/, and beginning to wank myself. /so close�harder-OH, yes! There� oh GOD/ I was almost there when I thought how funny it would be if Harry were to arrive now. An image of him appeared behind my closed eyes: messy longish hair shielding eyes of green fire, rosy lips, a figure that had definitely matured over the last year, and I came in a rush of desire and confusion, Harry�s name on my lips.

I took a moment to slide my fingers from my arse and catch my breath, staring up at the ceiling; the floor tiles cool on my back. /Why the hell had thinking about Harry cause my to come like that? / I sat up and kneeled, pressing my palms to the floor, testing my wobbly legs. /Harry hathinthing to do with that. You were on the brink before he even entered your mind. And even then, it was only in jest. It�s a little hard not to come while wanking yourself off/ I pushed myself up and walked slowly over to the tub, testing the water with my big toe. �Thank Merlin for magic� I thought as I stepped in and sank into the still scolding hot water, decorated with now creamy purple foam instead of the bubbles they had been. /A good wank and a hot bath: two excellent past times� I wonder what Sirius and Bill are getting up to. Probably raiding the lingre section of whatever store they went to. I would like to see him in a glittery G-string. Careful what you wish for� what time is it- 1:45, still have a while before young Potter arrives. Lets see, what should I do�hmmm. OH, I know, I can call Seth! Haven�t talked to him in a few weeks/

Seth McFarlin was one of my best friends from Walden Wizards community college. I met him when I was 18 (in the library of all places). We were both in the music section; him just looking, me trying to understand the other Marauder�s insatiable infatuation with glam rock.

// �You into Glam?� said a boy with huge teal glacier eyes. He had platinum blonde hair that was streaked with black and hung about two inches past his shoulders. His eyes were rimmed in black and his lips were crimson (and looked as if they had been spelled to shimmer wetly). He was wearing a black tank top that sported the �Queen� logo, a pleated micro-mini skirt (black also), and knee-high combat boots with rainbow laces. Glitter shone from his arms, and he was holding a book entitled �The inner workings of David Bowie�.

�I�m not sure yet,� I managed, breaking from my trance. He flipped his hair, I cleared my throat. � I�m just trying to see what everyone else sees, I guess�. He looked me up and down, put his book back on the self, and stepped back, surveying me with his hand on his chin. � You got a boyfriend?�

Sirius and I were kind of doing the on and off thing, so technically he wasn�t my boyfriend� at the moment� �No�.

� You want one?� he purred, stepping closer and licking his lips.

�� This wasn�t the way I usually did things. Id never been the type for flings, and I didn�t even know this boys name. I usually had to really know the person. But then again, I knew Sirius� entire life story and me and him still weren�t steady. �Maybe� I said, stepping forward an inch or two. He grinned, a devilish grin that reminded me of Sirius /stop it/ and closed the distance between us save an inch or two. Sliding his arms around my waist, he pulled me toward him as he dipped his head to kiss me. His lips were smooth and full, moving slowly against mine. He tasted of cigarettes and cinnamon-apple tea, what I then decided was a very sexy combination.

I pulled back for breath, my head swarming, and chuckled: his lips weren�t smudged in the slightest, still perfect in all there black-cherry beauty. I leaned up and licked the bottom one, then laughed again.

�Having fun?� he grinned, arching a brow.

�What sort of a charm is that?�

He flashed his eyes up towards the ceiling. � Ummm, I forget the name�I have a book of cosmetic charms.�

�Really?� I asked, taking his hand and walking towards the exit. �Do they all work as well?�

�I�d say so, I�m actually a red head.� He laughed hysterically at the look on my face, and we walked out of the library hand-in-hand, all glam-studies forgotten//

We dated for a while after that. Drove Sirius nearly insane. / Hey, is it your fault that he refused to date anyone else? / I don�t think Seth liked him very much, not that siri gave him any reason to. Come to think of it, they still don�t like each other. Oh well, they put up with each other for my sake. I guess you would call him my best friend� what ever. I�m crap with labels. I leaned forward and reached for my shampoo that was up on the wall. The cap was half off. /Damn you Sirius. Fine, use my shampoo, buy me more or I�ll have your head/

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I called Seth after I finally dragged myself out of my bath. /Never before has it taken me half an hour to wash my hair/ Caught him at a wonky time. Apparently he was in the middle of receiving one of the best blowjobs he�d ever had by a bloke with no gag reflex named �Sugar�. Met him at a convention he said, couldn�t tell you what kind (some questions are better left unasked). He called me back when he was done. I explained my situation with Sirius, the frustration I was feeling. He offered to talk to him for me, but I had a feeling that that would only make things worse. Sensing my growing sadness, he changed the subject. We talked aboutk, tk, the coming war, and his new-bought wardrobe for about and hour before he had to go. Another �appointment�. Things like that made me wonder what he actually did for a living; he�s never told me, and I�ve never asked. It was around 5:00 now. /Harry should be here in about and hour, so should Sirius. I should start on dinner/ dragging myself off the couch, I headed towards the kitchen.
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